After a stressful and unsuccessful mission, you took out the cigarette pack that you’ve had for a while now. You quit smoking, well, only because of your best friend, Gaz. He hated you smoking.

Guilt wash over you when you light up the cigarette, but this was the only thing keeping you at ease.

You take a puff and exhale the smoke but before you could take another, someone snatched the cigarette from you.

“I told you to stop smoking.” Gaz said, his voice annoyed and frustrated.